The Pariah

Being an orphan without everything, Rage only wants two things in his life: love and acceptance. But he is surrounded by worthless adults who only regard him as a tool for achieving their dreams. He was beaten up, and his body has been experimented with at a young age. He expects nothing from everyone but betrayal. Trust issue became his best friend. Rage. They named him Rage, a wolf without a last name. For the past 23 years, he knows nothing about himself except that he is Rage. When he stepped into the Lotus Pack, he was mistreated and despised by everyone—avoiding him as if he had a contagious disease. But Dane Steele, the Lotus Pack's Alpha King, and his family never see him as a threat. They adopt him as their son, lavishing him with love and attention. He never felt anything like this before. Rage had no idea he'd find a home at the Alpha King's house and fall in love with their only daughter, Daphne. He never anticipated Daphne to bring out the soft side of him, and somehow it affects him. But loving her is a sin... and he is a threat. He is the young man in the prophecy who will destroy the whole world. How can he love his "sister", the daughter of the Alpha King, if he has nothing to offer? He is just a wolf without a surname. A pariah...

unwanted princess KIARA who desired nothing more than her father's affection, her brother's love, and her fiancé's devotion spent her entire life chasing a happiness that was never meant for her. Branded a sinner from the day she was born because the beloved Empress died giving birth to her, she became the empire's most despised princess. Every sacrifice she made was ignored, every achievement was claimed by others, and every wound she endured was met with indifference. Even after marrying the man she had loved for years, she remained nothing more than a forgotten wife. On the day of his coronation, her husband abandoned her to rescue the empire's cherished second princess, leaving his lawful wife trapped inside a burning church. As the flames closed around her, she smiled through her tears, believing death would finally reunite her with her mother and beloved second brother. Instead, she opened her eyes in the Imperial Palace, sixteen years before her tragic end. The gentle princess who once begged for love was gone. In her place stood a woman carrying memories of betrayal, heartbreak, and a future soaked in blood. This time, she would never hide her brilliance, sacrifice herself for those who despised her, or allow others to steal what rightfully belonged to her. She would rise to power, uncover the truth behind her mother's death, and expose the conspiracy that had ruined her life from the very beginning. As forgotten secrets slowly surface and hidden enemies reveal themselves, the empire will discover that the unwanted princess they mocked is no longer the same girl they abandoned. Armed with knowledge of the future and an unbreakable resolve, she will rewrite history, make every traitor pay for their sins, and force the entire empire to regret casting aside the daughter they never deserved.

They took her inheritance, her dignity, and her fated mate. They should have taken her life while they had the chance. In the Silver Crest Pack, Elora is a ghost—a "disaster child" forced to serve the very family that eclipsed her light. For years, she endured the systematic theft of her life by her sister, Bella. From her mother’s heirloom ring to the dress she slaved to buy for the Scarlet Ball, Elora gave it all up because she was told she was "nothing." But the final blow is the deadliest: finding her fated Alpha mate in the arms of her sister on the eve of their ascension. Driven into the freezing wilderness, Elora doesn't die. Instead, she awakens a bloodline so ancient it was thought to be a myth. As the Primordial White Wolf, she possesses the power to "deprive"—to strip the land of its fertility and the unworthy of their strength. She isn't alone in the shadows. Waiting for her are three "Shadow Betas"—lethal, rejected outcasts who were once the pack’s foot soldiers. Bound to her by a bond stronger than fate, they are the blades she will use to dismantle the Silver Crest Pack piece by piece. Elora is no longer the forgotten princess. She is the Queen of the Outcasts, and she is coming back to reclaim everything that was stolen.

I spent three hundred dollars on a brand-new phone for my mother, only for her to start saying that the smartphone was stealing her money and that I had personally siphoned off her bank balance. I could never win the argument. So I offered to just reimburse whatever “loss” she imagined. She got even more unhappy. She slapped a stack of receipts on the table and demanded I pay up. “Where did you buy this piece of junk? It’s a ticking time bomb. Give me my money back!” Most of the receipts were for men’s sneakers and athletic wear; the rest were household basics like brooms and hangers. I felt a wave of suffocating frustration. Since when was shopping free? Why was I expected to pay for her? I bought her a new phone, and I just became the ATM? “Fine. If you hate it that much, I’m taking it back to the store.” But she would not let go.

On Aliana Harriman's 20th birthday, she was diagnosed with a terminal illness. A few months later, she died. Unexpectly, Aliana got to wake up in her 7-year-old self. Because of what she had gone through in her previous life as the eldest daughter in the Harriman family, she was determined to get strong and stay away from her three annoying brothers in this life. On the day she told her family that she was leaving, however, her three brothers stopped her and pleaded her not to go. Facing this, Aliana only said, "Thanks. I'll pass." After Aliana left her family, a man who always stood by Aliana hurriedly came to her. "Do you want to go with me?" he asked.

My deskmate has been giving me odd looks lately. She's been keeping her distance from me and avoiding me at all costs. It's the same when we go to the cafeteria for lunch or during class. One day, I can't take it anymore. I grab her and ask, "Have I done something to offend you?" She trembles in fear and staggers backward, putting distance between us. Her gaze darts around shiftily. "No, you're not the problem!" Yet after that, she transfers to a different class. I'm confused by this and want to ask her about it, so I head to her new classroom. I stand at the door and watch as she chats leisurely with someone else. Suddenly, she shudders and screams in horror. "This really has nothing to do with you! Please, leave me alone!"